I love that he says yes like a put-upon deli employee. Or kind of like Droopy Dog, the elevator operator.
Me: Do you want some ranch dressing to lick off your veggies?
Him: Ye-ess (trailing off)
He also says:
wo-orm
steam train
complex carbohydrates
And another thing: He calls crayons "papers". He's my little bureaucrat.
Well said.
Posted by: Posy | April 26, 2009 at 10:35 PM